Father

Daddy’s baby & Baby’s daddy

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Daddy’s baby & Baby’s daddy

She stays at home,

eating,

to ease the pain,

three babies,

and no way to explain.

 

Her father had,

a bright idea one day.

He needed to show his eldest,

the marital way.

 

So he told his wife,

pounding fists,

to further state his case.

 

So now,

She is hidden,

away,

from

her high school friends

who used to come by

day after day,

 

from the boyfriend

who came to ask,

if she went away?

 

from the relatives

who pop up

every other day.

 

The neighbors whisper,

the tale

of the daughter

who never

went

away.

 

They shrug their shoulders

and look,

the

other way

after all

it’s

not

their

business anyway.

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“Please daddy don’t hit me again”

 

There she stood,
little face etched in pain,
tiny tears running down her bruised face,

Neck bent back,
looking up,
trying so hard to contain,
all her fear,
inside her small frame,

“What’s my name?,” he roared down,
body shaking with rage,
hand raised just in case,

“Daddy, Daddy,”
she whimpered again and again,
body shivering as she fought hard,
not to look away,
incase it inflamed his rage,

In the corner,
her mother stood,
tears streaming down her face,
wringing her hands,
trying so desperately,
to gather up the courage,
to push her husband away,

The neighbor broke the door down,
seconds too late,
the five year old lay on the floor,
eyes staring into another place,

Her mother over her body wailed,
“oh why, oh why child did you have to say,
‘Please Daddy don’t hit me again’.”

 iy©2010